Poor Little Robin…

Walkin’, walkin’ to Missouri.  Oh wait, just a minute, the poor little robin had better stay  here as Missouri was hit harder than we were.  We have 8 inches of new white stuff.  I can’t get out to clean my car off until maintenance cleans off my back sidewalk.  Or I can plow through the snow to the back of my car where I have a snow shovel in the trunk.  To think I had just put away my snow boots.

Click to make larger.  These are the best pics I could get from inside my house.  Did I mention a few times before that I don’t like snow?

I hope you all have a good week.  Stay safe and be happy!

Beth

Walkin’ to Missouri…

Sammy Kaye
Peaked at # 11 in 1952
Words and music by Bob Merrill, 1952


Poor little robin walkin', walkin', WALKIN' TO MISSOURI;
He can't afford to fly.
Got a penny for a Poor little robin, walkin' walkin' WALKIN' TO MISSOURI
Got a teardrop in his eye.

The above is the chorus for the three verses which follow:

1.  I hope my story don't make you cry,
But this birdie flew too high;
He flew from his old Missouri home.
He fell right into the city ways, like dancin' in cabarets,
>From party to party he would roam.

(Chorus)

2.  He met a birdie who looked so nice,
A real bird of paradise,
Good lookin' but fickle in the heart.
She gave him kisses and gave him sighs,
But oh, how she told him lies,
'Cause she loved another from the start.

(Chorus)

3.  His dreams are battered, his feathers bent,
Now he hasn't got a cent;
He feels like his heart is gonna break.
So if he ever walks up to you,
Please throw him a crumb or two,
'Cause you could have made the same mistake.

I was reading Toodie’s blog this morning and it made me feel very nostalgic.  I was born in a log cabin in Missouri in the age of the dinosaur.  It has been many years since I have visited, actually was the funeral of my oldest sister 25 years ago.  I would love to visit the place of my birth again.

  Beth